Exposure
I wear your love like a cheap coat. Faux leather. Fabric cracking from mild abuse. Cuffs dirty from neglect. Each time you try to reclaim it, you allow my empty promises to swallow you whole and I watch, amused, as you expose yourself to the cold.
A wealth of information about a relationship in so few words. Terrific!
Thanks Sandra,
Part of what I like about short fiction is how layered and meaningful each word must be.
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Ooh. What a nasty guy. Or girl. But what a story, too. Also, I didn’t see leather when I first saw your photo, but saw it instantly as soon as I read your story. And it really does look like old, cracked leather. I wonder, when you took the picture did you think about leather, or did the idea come later?
I actually took that picture a few years ago – certainly hasn’t been cold enough for ice this year. So the idea definately came later.
Harsh, but I guess sadly there really are people who care so little about others.
Yes, unfortunately you are right (and then there are people who write about it!)